Scared & Waiting

From the moment my four wheeled machinery left, the rain had started to get teary-eyed. My emotions started to tighten. My body was uncertain with doubt and scared wonder. I wanted to believe everything would be normal. But, time kept ticking and little by little, the freeway was under me passing one accident after another. Looking ahead I saw one flare turn to almost thirty. My breathing got deeper, my eyes itchy, and the interval between calls reduced. I was scared. I don't usually jump into my car and go off looking for someone or something. As lazy as I am, I care. Do I care too much? I hope I do because that's how I am. Sigh.

I was most relieved when I got a call.

Lenten season

As much as I am non-practicing Catholic, I do obey the 'laws' of the Lord. Not necessarily laws, but obligations to better yourself as a person under God's kingdom. Is there such thing as religion that it scatters out to different beliefs now? There's more religions than people now, so to speak. Anyway, I've decided to take on the faith of believing that we're to sacrifice what we see as beneficial to expand our further extents. So, my list goes:

-acting gay.
-making fun of Alexis.
-cook more.
-eat out only once or less a week.
-jog/walk every other day and on weekends. (so, Sun/Tues/Thurs/Sat)
-clean room and keep clean.

I shall try and I shall succeed. No meats Friday. Chicken isn't meat! If it is warm-blooded, it is meat. Leaving me with cold-blooded food.

Rondalla practice

Imagine being in the first row of a concert and experiencing every aspect of being in that section. This is what it's like to be playing with an organized, stringed rondalla. Last Friday evening was the experience I had waited for almost a decade. With my pick in one hand and bandurria in the other, it was another stepping stone into learning and educating myself with one of Filipinos greatest identities, musicianship. Although I made no big difference that evening, my goal had jumped into my lap ready to be built. I listened, watched, and endured the sounds of the Likha rondalla. With enough practice, my hands will be able to play like that. My learning curve is linear, but will soon enough be exponential. It is worth going to these practices because practicing alone is a big bore. Hearing all the parts is what helps you get better. No baby steps here. Just play and I'll catch on.

Thank you for 'holding my hand' this one time.

Drama...already?

Teaching and learning, learning and teaching. The worst part is when someone teaches something they were taught by someone else and completely destroys it. Most of the time, it's the basic move that is taught throughout generations. If someone enjoys teaching, they'll always remember grace, posture, flow, and character. For any dance, culture, and/or style, it's the presentation that matters most. For example, we have a couple doing a ballroom dance, say...tango. They're doing steps, which is the easy part, but what about how they're portraying such a dance to an audience. Everyone knows that learning a dance means performing it somewhere. Crowds seem to become bored with routine or, as I would call it, blahism.

My point is directed to teachers, choreographers, artists who want their particular story to be told. Like plagiarism, movements are recycled everyday by enthusiastic eyes. One grasps a movement, uses it, tweaks it as their own. Is this appropriate? Would one dance instructor call it stealing? Maybe. But I see it as, use what I've taught/performed, just don't disgrace the move(s).

I've taught, been taught, and mostly like will be teaching in my later years. I enjoy the Pilipino artistic dance genre. All I ask is to learn it to the extent of what's taught, then if finding your own style of teaching is your cup of tea, then do so. Just don't screw it up.

Why is it hard to teach college students? Lol.

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V-Week Starts

V-2007: Flowers, chocolate, and a commercialized Hallmark card...for now. Or maybe it is something completely different. Ok, we all know what to get the females for Valentine's Day, but what are guys default gift? Oh wait, guys aren't supposed to get anything. Isn't that sexist. Why celebrate February 14th then? Because it gives couples a chance to rekindle, start, finish any type of relationship that exists.

Everyday, I extend my arms to hug the way I would hug on V-Day. I treat dinner the way I would. Phone calls continue to be answered. Massages feel the same way. Nothing barely changes. The only thing that changes is...wait there is nothing. The question pops up time and time again, "Why are you so nice to me?" Because I enjoy "smothering" you with as many joys I can offer, plus...you accept the attention.

Sometimes people fit like bread and butter, but most of the time, chemical reactions formulate either erupting or fizz away to continue on to live another day. I hope to be the butter on your bread. lol.

note: my tummy hurts.

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Safe driving: Now that I've become more aware of my car's capacities, I've learned to maximize the use of the hybrid technology. When driving to work, I find my average speed at 65 to 70mph. I've never noticed how many cars pass me up. Oh well, let them use up their gas. Fortunately, on my way home on Friday, the trip was 33 miles (according to the speedometer), but only used 17 miles from the tank. Yay! That is all.

But not yet.

Driving slow helps me determine the types of dangers drivers put on other drivers. As a hopeful promise, I want other driver's to know I'll stay between the 65 to 75mph mark. Many aggressive driver's care nothing but for themselves. Remember, when you decide to cut someone off, look back into your life and see who is involved. Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, friends, loved ones. If you hurt one, you hurt many. Sometimes, there's whole families in those cars, there are groups of friends in those cars, there's life. So, before you decide to get behind the wheel, realize your entering into a battle.

Does this entry make sense?

note: Be careful out there.